I sat underneath trees
The sun and the breeze
The only thing touching my skin
I said “to think is to live”
And the world argued back
The leaves swayed so
Chastising the trunk—
Attempting to go—
Attempting to blow over
The remnants of sentience

To breathe is to live
In harmony
And minuscule actions
The fragments within a great world
Are worlds within their own

I exist